I’m mostly silent, so she loosens my jaw, twisting left until I want to talk. She curls my hair and says I’m like her doll, so I smile and say, “I hope that’s not all.” We laugh, she says that we’re good friends, and I begin to hope this dream will never end.
Amy loves to dress people up & make them pretty... :D
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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i miss playing dress up... i miss my ever-expanding imagination. ha... no i haven't seen that video yet, but i'll be sure to watch it
I wish I could write like this =)
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